When You Touch Me
I Lay here and dream of you Touching me through
The silk and perfumeMusk and honey suckle
Dew drops and rainFragrance of you and me Fills my senses,
Intoxicates my brainEach caress, a soft brush of desire My lips are parted
Moist and willingTo feel your passion fill me withinI see your face
Your smile. Your eyes.The twinkle with a naughty riseI bite my lip
Just slightly swollen I want that kiss not bought or stolen
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